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Building the Great Wall
There are bodies, selves we cast aside to build the Great Wall. Our home crumbled; we shored up our stake. Tiles, dirt, glass, sticks, the...
The Moon
Last night the moon was a bow. I thought if only I could place my arrow in it I could kill all that lurked in...
Knowing my place
The plane coming down, and sheer headiness is in me. I will now be on Canadian soil! The noise is overwhelming… we’re about to land...
When the Cock Crows
“You shouldn’t have done it,” whispered the willowy brunette standing across from me. She was staring at the book she held in her hands, not...
Breakfast for Alligators
From Tipped Hat Press comes a staggering explosion of travel through the Americas, a collection of 32 information-packed essays by traveller, essayist, and blogger, Darrin...
C'est Grande Monde
Madagascar was pulling out of Africa, clumps of calcified ground ferried on water, following the windward trail that produces another year, row upon row of...
Kansas to Colorado
We wake to a mist that clouds the river road, hovers over a field of soft-spun spiders’ nests. Blackbirds beat and skirt the trees, streak...
The Taste of Healing
At the age of 28, in 1992, I was told I had HIV and maybe “a good five years” to live. By the time the...
Indian Head Massage
After I have travelled your scalp for twenty-two and a half minutes dissolving the knots smoothing the cramped furrows of pain you ask me what...
Trekking in the Pamir and Zarafshan Mountains
They say that to be from Tajikistan is to know Tajikistan. But while I thought I knew my country well, it was not until I...
Navajo
She was a child, not much older than I, facing the sheep she was herding across this dirt road. Outdoor work crusted on her shoulders....
Burrata in Chinatown
From my seat at the kitchen table, I watched my mother pick up a bright red pepper from her baking sheet, its skin shrivelled and...
Nyamata Genocide Memorial
Piled on the pews—a hideous laundry stacked and stained (the twenty-two years of blood rust unbreathable), their bodies vanished. But not their clothes—bloodied shirts, graying...
Nude Ascending the Welkin
Candle flame on cold pillar tallow. Wick bent to dip of our wings, Lighting up naught over naught of our lift. Stretched days direct most...
Mystery at Jackass Gulch
He’d been silent, the other man at the bar, gazing into his glass of whiskey before growing animated at the mention of Mark Twain. “I...
Right of Way
I look at the traffic, coming in droves from all sides: mopeds, taxis, pick-up trucks, and bicycles. The mopeds are the most impressive; some solely...
Never Say Never
Over 1,200 years ago, disgruntled Norse Viking sailed northward and started a new society, complete with a parliament, on an island they called Snæland, “land...
The Rumour
Once upon a time, the Princess circulated a rumour. It began on her island at the top of her tower, in her round room, at...
The Painting
All these for my lover: A rocket science; Telescopes; A map of Jupiter; And a lantern — Burning from the lips. I love you and...
The Artist as Diplomat
When the ordinary has become too safe, too stale, we are advised to make it strange, to look again, and magnify until the edges blur,...
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